I closed my eyes in the dark prison and thought quietly.
I began to think that the situation I was in, everything I had, and what I really wanted to do.
On earth, there is an old saying: when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since I have come to this world, I should abide by the rules of this world. Heath Relia said that rules are established by the strong, and the strong can assign rules to the weak.
When I open the tenth ability, I will be stronger than the master in terms of fighting. However, my ability can be locked up by the master at any time.
I think I can beat anyone in this world, but I am under the control of the master, which means the master is stronger than me. So is it meant that I should follow the rules set by the master?
No, it's not like that.
I'm not willing to be a slave to someone else willingly.
Next question, what do I really want?
What kind of person was I in my previous life?
I had a little friendship with everyone. On Earth, people said I was a warm-hearted and nice person, but I didn't have a deep friendship with anyone. The only people I felt guilty about on Earth were my parents. My parents treated me very well, so I didn't rebel against them, and I did whatever they said willingly.
I shed tears when I first arrived in this world, because I think I arrived in a new environment and did not adapt to it for a while. And I also recalled my parents. If I died on Earth, how sad they would be.
But no matter what happened, I felt tired of life on Earth, because my life on Earth was planned. In my previous life, I did not want to create a colorful life, because everyone's life is more or less the same. No matter how I struggle I can not escape the similar life experience on Earth. So for me in the previous life, it was better to listen to the arrangements of parents, and do what others think is right, and walk the roads that others have walked.
When I came the other world, everything has been overturned. The other world contains infinite unknowns and also encompasses infinite possibilities.
The master is right. I have been a little happy after I've adapted to this world, In the other world, I have gotten rid of my previous muddled life and had a small goal for the first time, which is to be free and have human rights.
So should I thank my master who gave me a slave status? Should I thank her who prevented me from achieving my goal? If I didn't think so, why wouldn't I hate the owner who deprived me of my human rights? I had even developed a crush on her this time.
An unbelievable thought came into my mind. I ...I may like to be the master's slave in my subconscious mind.
No, it is impossible.
I thought for a moment.
What is dignity? What am I?
I am a person. If I don’t have dignity am I still a human being ...
Thinking about it I became powerless. I can't believe I have still pretended that I'm a person. I've lost my human identity.
In this world, I am neither a human nor a demon, but a weapon.
So essentially I have lost my qualification as a human being.
No. Although my body is no longer a human body, the soul inside me is still from a normal human being.
Even if the whole world thinks I'm still a human, it is okay for me to hold on to my own morality.
But on the other hand, if the whole world doesn't think I'm a human, perhaps no one will blame me though I abandon my humanity.
I don't understand...don't understand...don't understand...
My mind is confused.
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Something happened in the conference room in Zdis City.
"Report, Lord Demon King."
"Speak."
"Myers City in the northeast was attacked by humans. General Nigel was ambushed by humans on the way to support. So General Nigel was unable to support in time. Now the situation of Myers City is unknown."
The Demon King listened and frowned gently.
"Okay, I know. You can go down."
"It's true."
After retaking Lahs City the Demon King knew that the humans were likely to launch another raid, so she had to force Ilotia to be able to adapt to killing.
Heath Relia, who was standing behind the Demon King, was also worried.
These days they had planned which cities needed to be guarded carefully, but they didn't expect the humans to attack the city of Myers, so far away from the Imperial Capital of the Demon Kingdom in the northeast.
"Furtoril..."
The Demon King loosened her frown and turned her head and looked at Heath Relia with a relaxed face.
"Don’t need to hurry. Let's see what happens first."
Furtoril, the Demon King, could no longer afford to wait for Ilotia to drag out time to adapt slowly.
"I'll get Ilotia adjusted as soon as possible. I will teach her well."
Looking at Furtoril's figure , Heath Relia sighed faintly.
Of course Heath Relia knew what Demon King wanted to do. The Demon King wanted to turn Ilotia into a tool at her master's command. But it was likely that Ilotia's humanity would be worn out in the torture. In short, Ilotia might be tortured by the Demon King completely.
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"Clang ......"
The door to the prison opened while I was instantly awakened.
A large amount of white light poured in through the doorway, accompanied by the red figure of the master.
After regaining consciousness, my abdomen was full of the strangling sensation of hunger. A sense of dizziness enveloped my mind.
But the master walked in and did not bring me food, I slumped disconsolately on the iron chair.
"Are you ready?"
The master walked in with a cold face and came to me with a cold tone.
Ready for what?
Seeing the master's slightly twitched mouth, I trembled up and opened my eyes wide in fear.
"Master ... don't..."
The master shook her head with a disappointed look on her face.
The master conjured many props out of her hands The white props were like real iron. At first, I thought the master would operate on me with the white props.
The master squatted down gently and lined those props up on the ground, then picked up a pair of scissors with her right hand.
Then the master gently stroked my fingers with her left hand .
I kept struggling, but my wrist was chained to the chair. No matter how hard I tried again I could not rip it off.
"Master don't..."
At this point I couldn't care about my dignity. The place where the master's hand had caressed became cold after enjoying a brief period of warmth.
"Please ..."
I begged for mercy with a tremble.
But the more I begged for mercy the more the master's expression became indifferent.
Finally the master raised her right hand and grabbed the index finger of my right hand with her left hand, then the cold touch of the magic scissors pressed against the joint of the index finger.
"No...!!!"
The master did not cut off my fingers in an instant, but increased the force slowly.
The pain kept pricking. The pain stimulated the nerves of my whole body, and the wound was burning like a flame.
Waves of pain swept through my body, my eyes filled with tears, and my vision became blurred.
Finally I felt a finger being cut off.
"Oh no!"
The pain paralyzed my fingers, unable to move, and tears continued to spill out wildly.
"Master ... please don’t torture me!"
...
I didn’t know how long I've been tortured. I just knew what I've experienced has been like falling into the hell.
It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart. How can I stand such torture? My fingers were cut off one by one , so were my toes. I felt so much pain so that I began to doubt my life.
Finally the master got tired of doing that. She threw down the knife. All the props have turned into particles of light and then dissipated.
"Four layers."
The wound slowly healed, and the pain at the original wound slowly disappeared, but the residual pain in my memory has been lingering.
The master got up and touched my face with her palm stained with my blood and wiped the tears from my face.
I looked up at her with tears, but the master did not show a trace of pity.
"No."
The master murmured.
"I'll come back again, until I'm satisfied."
The master turned her head and left. The sound of the iron door closing seemed like a rumble of thunder, and the extinguished candle flame sent me crashing into darkness.
